Sunday's run was one of those where I rediscovered my love of running. Saturday saw me stuffing my face with pasta and cakes. While the pasta provided me with much needed carbs in preparation for Sunday's 18 miler, the cakes did not, although they were delicious! So heading to bed on Saturday night, clutching my stomach and complaining about my growing 'food baby,' I became a little scared at the thought of getting up for a run the next morning.
My body woke itself up at 7.45am, when I got up and had my new love - porridge with walnuts and honey, yum. An hour and a half, one banana and a dog walk later and I was ready to leave. Apprehension a-plenty, I headed out in a t-shirt (this is worth noting - it was actually pleasantly warm), and off I went. With my headphones in and my pace quite slow, I took in my surroundings, enjoyed the weather and began to enjoy myself. I had an energy gel after 6 and 12 miles and then another before I faced a big hill at about 15.5 miles - and I completed 18.06 miles in 2hours59minutes. I was so happy - my little legs had carried me all that way and even increased the pace in the last mile. To say I was happy is an understatement!
But, there was one thing that kept me going throughout the run, that I thought of whenever my legs felt heavy - and that was thinking about who I'm doing the marathon for - Cancer Research UK. Most people I know have been affected by cancer in some way - whether through a relative, friend or themselves. Last year saw me realise how strong some people can be when faced with this horrible illness, and it is this acknowledgement that makes me even more determined to raise funds to beat cancer. Every penny donated means so so much to so many people, so please visit my page http://www.runningsponsorme.org/emilycross3 and sponser me any amount you can.
Until next time...
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